When Thunder Strikes

Thunder and light
Strike with all their might,
Creatures below, all of them mellow.
The senile, their brows with furrows,
The younger for safety digging burrows.
Weaklings go helter skeltor,
And the mother searches for her kids, some shelter.

When thunder and light
Strike with all their might,
Amongst the chaos, is a being
Pristine yet, with eyes too keen.
Pitch dark,
But when it strikes (wow)
The lightening makes everything bright!
Awed at the sight, he finds his way
Its not havoc, its light, it's a ray.

To others how can he explain,
The beauty of nature you can't untangle,
But isnt it just so plain.
Hoping everyone too can see,
The silver line, oh! its just so fine.
When theres thunder and light,
Striking with all its might,
Its nothing to be afraid
Because its such a marvelous sight!

Clearing the webs off this forgotten desk

I wrote something a few months back hoping it would publish in the college magazine and then ill publish it here. But that didn't happen so this didn't either.
Looking at the date stamp off my last post I'm shocked. It took me a while before I could successfully playback the events in my head that happened since then. (Will make one hell of a story!)

Won't call it resurrection, although this place seems virtually like a death bed. But lets just say I'm gonna clean the desk and clear off the spider webs off my workspace!